[ Jesse's thoughts are far from what needs to be done to solve "Departure." What steps they need to take. How Alan might beat back the Dark Presence. All her thoughts focus on his touch and how he kisses her. Everything in her mind is honed in on the next kiss he gives her. How her body shakes slightly and her hips roll against his. He has wrapped her around his fingers and now his attention seems to be on anything but bringing them together.
A shuddering breath leaves her at how he says her name.
« Why won't he... »
Has she not made it clear enough? Maybe not. Sharing her thoughts has never been a strong suit. Especially compared to Alan who can string any words together that causes her to react despite the grip she tries to have on her emotions.
Her hands slide to his shoulders, then his front. A gentle push is given. If he worries at all he's done something wrong, then he shouldn't. She follows after pushing him up. No hesitation is in her movements as she slides onto his lap. Her bare hips meet his covered ones and she gasps. Darkened green eyes snap to his as a look that is reminiscent of pleading takes them.
She wants him. Now. Right now.
« No more waiting. We're FINALLY like this... no more wasting time. »
How or why the feeling of "finally" exists is something she doesn't understand. She may never understand it. Not that she wants to think about it at the moment.
Straps from her tank top slide down her shoulders. Arms wrap back around his neck. He has to be able to feel how warm she is over him. How she tremors in his arms from nothing but pure desire. ]
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A shuddering breath leaves her at how he says her name.
« Why won't he... »
Has she not made it clear enough? Maybe not. Sharing her thoughts has never been a strong suit. Especially compared to Alan who can string any words together that causes her to react despite the grip she tries to have on her emotions.
Her hands slide to his shoulders, then his front. A gentle push is given. If he worries at all he's done something wrong, then he shouldn't. She follows after pushing him up. No hesitation is in her movements as she slides onto his lap. Her bare hips meet his covered ones and she gasps. Darkened green eyes snap to his as a look that is reminiscent of pleading takes them.
She wants him. Now. Right now.
« No more waiting. We're FINALLY like this... no more wasting time. »
How or why the feeling of "finally" exists is something she doesn't understand. She may never understand it. Not that she wants to think about it at the moment.
Straps from her tank top slide down her shoulders. Arms wrap back around his neck. He has to be able to feel how warm she is over him. How she tremors in his arms from nothing but pure desire. ]
Alan. [ Please. ]